Welcome to the deranged and cluttered mind of a storyteller. Listen to me rant about plots spinning out of control and characters who refuse to cooperate. Watch me grapple with myth and legend until they have turned me into their plaything. Hear me rave about the wonders I have met in the pages of a book as I try to grasp the words that made them and then . . . . tell me a story. I am listening.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Snow stepped closer. I could hear the gentle rise and fall of her breath only an inch or two from my shoulder. “You had your Gran.”
I sniffed, wiping a tear off my nose with the back of my hand. When had I started crying? I never cried.“I only saw her once a moon and . . . she wasn't like you.”
“No one's going to keep you away from me.” Snow promised.
In the warmth of the summer night, under the canopy of more stars than any being could hope to count, I believed her.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

If you want it blog or tweet about this contest and I will put your name in one of my hats.

In fact, just to make things more fun, when you comment with a link of where you mentioned the contest leave a vote for which hat I should put the names in.

The Sherlock Holmes hat

The Newsie Cap

The Fashionista Indiana Jones Hat

The Lady Sybil Basket Cloiche

Or the Marry Poppins, Practically Perfect Bonnet

I will choose a winner on Thursday the twenty sixth. Any entries made before then are valid.

And in case you're not sure if you would enjoy SNOW ROSES, here's the summary.

Snow locks herself in her chamber when her Papa dies. As the days pass it grows harder and harder to tell the difference between grief and nightmares. She is sad but she is also afraid. Afraid of her stepmother, Lucille. Afraid of the things she wishes she didn't know.

Until the night she can no longer hide from the truth. An attempt on her life forces Snow out into the dangers of a haunted wood.

Rose never asked who she was. She never wondered how she had come to live with the village spinster or why her guardian seemed to be afraid of laughter and bright colors. She was content to do her work, looking forward to the nights her Gran would come to visit.

Until the night her Gran didn't come. Until the night Rose stepped out of her safe, predictable village into a dark wood full of ghosts and monsters.

With no where else left to go Snow and Rose create a haven for themselves in the wood but the queen Lucille has powers far beyond their grasp and is used to getting what she wants. It will take something much more mysterious than secrets and much more powerful than magic to defeat her.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Snow locks herself in her chamber when her Papa, the king, dies. As the days pass it grows harder and harder to tell the difference between grief and nightmares. She is sad but she is also afraid. Afraid of her stepmother, Lucille. Afraid of the things she wishes she didn't know.

Until the night she can no longer hide from the truth. An attempt on her life forces Snow out into the dangers of a haunted wood.

Rose never asked who she was. She never wondered how she had come to live with the village spinster or why her guardian seemed to be afraid of laughter and bright colors. She was content to do her work, looking forward to the nights her Gran would come to visit.

Until the night her Gran didn't come. Until the night Rose stepped out of her safe, predictable village into a dark wood full of ghosts and monsters to look for her.

With no where else left to go Snow and Rose create a haven for themselves in the wood, learning to protect each other from the dangers. But the queen Lucille has powers far beyond their grasp and is used to getting what she wants. It will take something much more mysterious than secrets and much more powerful than magic to defeat her.